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Perhaps, and that was a big maybe, the Solar Waffletronic Eggxcel had been the wrong piece of equipment to take on her latest survival outing into The Wild. Emily gazed down at it in sullen disappointment. She'd been planning to use its many features to figure out some kind of bark-based diet this time. It would have been better to listen to her assistant, who'd tried to explain that even a successful result would be called either baffles or barffles, so it would end poorly for her anyway,

This would definitely be...yet another rough trip! Hands on hips, Emily laughed toward the brisk forest sky. She would also overcome this struggle, as she definitely always meant to!

Three days later, and if one thing can be said for Emily's wilderness survival skills, she'd gotten very good at clean water. So there was no worry about dehydration and bacterial infections. Her foraging skills, though, left a lot to be desired. Especially the mushrooms. It was nearly always the mushrooms. Still, this morning had her sober and she was pretty sure any stomach pain was simply a bit of very normal hunger.

When she got home, she'd call it a cleanse.

Clambering onto a rock, the small, uncharacteristically disheveled woman began to try and meditate the pangs away.

Eyes flickering open, Emily looked at her visitor in a gaze and then closed her eyes again with a murmured, "...mushrooms." For a moment that seemed like it was it, until she snapped fully awake, nearly falling off the rock.

If she was going to hallucinate people in the wilderness, those people were definitely not going to be a senshi uniform. Probably! Well, possibly she would, but the uniform wouldn't be orange! Or fluffy! Or...abs-y.

Clearing her throat, Emily finally registered the question and replied with a slightly hoarse, "Hello! Is there a fight?" Her eyes widened as she asked, looking around for whatever youma or agent was in the area. Emily perked up at the thought of one, it was much easier to hit something than to figure out what she could eat for tonight.

Emily saw the fellow's rather fluffy head tilt and her eyes might've gotten a little sparkly at the motion. If this was a hallucination, he seemed like a pretty nice one to have. She looked intently at his ears, to see how they moved and rocked back on her perch.

After a moment, Emily admitted solemnly, "Yes, I'm here to fight to live. And I have water, there's a rain barrel and purifier..." her voice grew a little sulky as she explained. Of course, it hadn't rained nearly as much as she'd been counting on and what she had gotten was a little miserable to be out in so...

The girl was about to also claim that she wasn't lost, that she was on an adventure. She was performing the sacred act of man vs wild. Or well, maid vs wild. But then she paused, gazing at him from ear to tail once again, taking in his assured posture, odd speech pattern, and realizing that he must be extremely tall.

A sudden thought occurred to her most assuredly sober mind.

"Are you...are you a spirit guide?"

Had the embodiment of the forest and...and senshi come to bestow their great wisdom upon her?